Introduction

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound flesh with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my tiresome existence in a footling townspeople in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a audacious decision to make water as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job ad in a BDSM cartridge clip that someone had left in the styler where I worked. I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my life was so somber and drilling. Even the interview for the job was incredible, but I was so desperate to change my lifespan that I did everything that was asked of me, and I was finally offered the job.

Shortly after starting the job my employer ( Jon ) told me to write a Journal of my new life, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to study my daybook you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather dissimilar to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a liveliness that just could not be more solid or pleasurable. I love my life and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a small bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no body hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert breasts that have small gloriole and giant mammilla. When they're punishing Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a nice house, flat stomach with a pubic pearl that does stick out a bit. In my pussy back talk I have 2 picayune gold rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very big and is usually sticking out between my rim. It's about an column inch long with a little round forefront. Jon sometimes calls it my small dick. I don't own any bra, knickerbockers, trousers, leggings or shorts ; and 90 % of my doll and dresses can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy fille, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a with child quiver from letting other people see my body.

I hope that's enough to satisfy the multitude who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would like to email me with specific questions.

Jon told me to stop writing my journal in the summer of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more interest experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for ideas for petty dangerous undertaking or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copy of some of the text edition in my Journal, and one or two that are very alike to some of the adventures that we've had and that I've written about in my journal. At first I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that soul thought our risky venture were good enough to imitate. I've started thinking that way as well.

The dangerous undertaking I'm about to report happened in the summer of 2000. The main part of the escapade took place on the London Underground, but I also had a bit of fun in and around the hotel that we stayed at. I know that I've written about another adventure that we had on the London subway in my daybook, but although this adventure is similar, it was on a different occasion. Jon enjoyed the first time so much ( so did I ) that he took me back for a second go.

The Jack London Underground

Jon sprung yet another surprise on me when he came home from work one Tuesday Night and told me that he had a business concern confluence in Jack London the next day. He'd decided to take me to London with him and leave me to stand for myself while he went to the confluence, but have a bit of fun with me before and afterwards. We quickly packed a bag and caught the 7 something train.

The journey down wasn't anything special and there were very few people on the string. Jon had booked us into the regent Palace Hotel at Piccadilly Circus. It's not the best of hotels, but you can't get much more central without it costing you a fortune ( and Jon was paying, not his concern ).

The room that Jon booked doesn't have an en suite bathroom. I was a trivial disappointed until Jon told me that his option was deliberate so that I could walk around the corridors wearing only a towel, and then let it fall off ‘ accidentally ’.

Jon had a bad headache when we got there so we went to bed straight away.

Jon woke me up at 6 o'clock the side by side morning and told me to go for a pee. He gave me a towel to assume that I hadn't seen before. When I wrapped it flesh out my trunk it was only just long enough to embrace my white meat and bum ; and it was only just long enough to wrap over and gather in. Not only would it read very little for it to un-tuck and fall off, when I put one leg in front of me the whole of my English up passed my waistline was showing.

The building is sort of triangular with bits going off. You can walk snipe the corridor and get back to your room without turning back on yourself. I hadn't needed to go to the loo the night before so I didn't know where I was going. I didn't get far before I had to open a flame door and the inevitable happened. Unfortunately there wasn't anyone around to see my nakedness.

I eventually found a ma'am loo and had a pee. Feeling a bit brave I decided to take the air back to our elbow room with the towel in my bridge player. Unfortunately I must let been too betimes and never saw anyone. Jon told me I was a ‘ good girl'when I got back to our elbow room, and told me to go again in an hour.

I looked out of the window and was disappointed that there wasn't much of a thought, and the building opponent looked a bit of a dump. It turned out that it was the back of some posh store in Regent Street. They obviously didn't charge what the back looked like.

About 20 second later Jon decided that he wanted a boozing of coke. There wasn't a miniskirt bar in the elbow room so I grabbed the towel and volunteered to go and get him one ( I'd seen a Coke automobile near the airlift ).

The corridor was deserted again, and all was placid when I put the money in the machine. As I was knack over getting the can I get a line a man say,"Very nice honey, can you just stay like that for a while please ?"I was surprised, jumped up and turned round. This middle-aged man as stood there with a suitcase in his hand. I put my abandon paw on my chest and said,"Oh, sorry, you startled me. I didn't think anyone else was up yet."He said,"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you parachuting, it's just that I was admiring your beautiful tail end end."

He looked a nice man so I pulled the towel off, said,"Well what do you think of the front man end then ?"and walked passed him back to our room. As I was walking away from him I heard him say,"Very nice my love !"

one-half an hour later Jon said it was fourth dimension for a exhibitor. He wrapped a towel round his waist and told me to put my towel on. As we walked down the corridor I could pick up one or two citizenry moving around. Just as we started turning one of the box, Jon grabbed my towel and pulled. I gasped and bent down to pick it up. As I did, I looked along the corridor and saw a maid delivering breakfasts. She was looking at us with a grin on her font. Knowing that Jon wouldn't mind, I stood up and grabbed his towel. It came off as I said,"Two can play at that game."The maiden's centre opened wide and her jaw dropped as she saw Jon's denuded dick. She just stared as Jon said,"right hand then, wait until I get cargo deck of you."Off I ran, giggling, with Jon chasing me. Neither of us bothered to put our towels back on until we were passed the maid and round the corner. Her side was a picture.

circle the corner, a man in a dressing night-robe just stared as Jon pulled me into the men's room.

There was no one else in there so I went to the loo while Jon shaved. We were both sharing a shower bath when another man came in, saw us, stared for a second or two, said,"Sorry ”, and walked out. I don't know what he thought we were doing. It wasn't as if Jon was fucking me.

The walk back to the elbow room was uneventful and we got dressed and went for breakfast. Jon put his suit on ready for his concern meeting, and he told me to wear upon just skid and one of my thin, cotton attire. The one that has a Georgia home boy front, no arm and big armholes. I sometimes have trouble keeping the straps on my articulatio humeri in that one.

After breakfast we went for a drive on the underground. The weather is always warmer in London than in plug hat, but it was a bit fresh out. My teat were letting everyone know that it was fresh. When we went into the Underground it was quite breezy as well. A distich of times I could feel my clothes blowing up.

We got the train to Embankment station then got on the Circle line. The first bit was only a twosome of stations and I sat opposite a unseasoned man who I could see was looking at me over the top of his newsprint. Not wanting to let down him I slowly opened my stage so that he could see my pussy. Poor man went bright red, but he kept looking. When we got up to leave I looked to see if he had a hard-on, but the newspaper publisher was covering his lap.

Those of you who have read my Journal will know that I never cross my peg like most women do, Jon won't let me.

As we got on the caravan at Embankment Jon told me to stand near door and hold onto one of those leather strap that hang down. I'm not very tall and I have to stretch along to get through. My dress hemline got even higher on the side where my arm was stretched up. Because my dress is baggy, and has very big scooped armholes, anyone looking at my face that has my arm up would be able to see all of that breast, and a bit of the other one as well.

Nothing much happened to start off with, except that I was getting a bit excited anticipating what might pass off. After about 3 or 4 stations the geartrain got busier. I'd watched one Pres Young man stare at me as he got on, and he stood finish to me watching my niggling left breast shift a bit as the train rattled along.

things got a bit more worry at the next station, people poured in, and I began to feel like a sardine. A twosome of other men were looking at me as well. I couldn't move and there was a man pressed up against my back, and another in front line of me. He was facing me and bent back a bit so that his face wasn't in mine. When I looked up at him he smiled and continued looking down my dress at my nipples ( the breeze and the inflammation was keeping them hard ).

After a minute or so I felt a hand on my compensate thigh, just gently at first, but when the owner was confident that I wasn't going to shout out or something, the hand started moving up under my dress. It went all the way up to my waist, and then had a piffling feel round. I guess that he was trying to find some knickers.

The bridge player then moved round to my bum and the body that had been pressing into my back, wasn't any more. My decent ass cheek got squeezed before the mitt drifted down between my legs to my pussy. Just as it got there, the train stopped at a station and the hand disappeared. hoi polloi got off, and mass got on ; but the wagon train wasn't any the less push. The man in presence of me was still looking down my apparel, the man behind me was still there, and another man was stood at my left looking through the armhole of my wearing apparel. With all that attention from men that I'd never seen before, and never spoken to, I was very excited - to say the least.

As the train started to prompt off, I felt the hand again. This prison term it went straight between my legs to my pussy. There was a bit's pause when the proprietor found out how wet I was, or was it because the hand found the two footling aureate rings in my pussy backtalk. Whatever, the pause was only for a moment before the fingerbreadth found my clit then went inside me.

I moaned a bit then looked up at the man in straw man of me. We made eye contact so I smiled. I think I blushed a bit as well. The finger's breadth started to pump in and out of me and my pelvic girdle started to move in reception to the stimulation. I closed my eyes to just enjoy the sensations and was biting my bottom lip when I opened my eyes again to see the face of the man in front of me. He had a puzzled expression on his face and was sniffing the air. I sniffed and realised that he smelt my pussy juices. I felt a bit stymy and proud, both at the same time.

The finger's breadth were just getting me close to cumming when the string slowed and stopped at the next station. The fingers stopped moving, but didn't go out of me. Instead I felt his hand grip region of my properly boldness and confine me there.

Again multitude got off and on, and it was still crowded, neither the man in front of me, nor the one behind had moved. As the power train started to impress off I looked up and down the carriage. Although there was a crowd where I was, there was plenty of quad in the repose of the carriage. There were even some unloose seats not far away.

I saw Jon, sat down and looking at me with a big smiling on his face.

The finger got working again and it wasn't long before my orgasm arrived. I tried to stifle my moaning, but I wasn't that skilful at it. The man in front of me knew what was happening and had a big grin on his fount. As the waving hit me I leaned forward a bit and my breadbasket felt what was probably the man's hard-on. I did want to reach in between us and shove it, but I thought I 'd better not.

The finger's breadth in my pussy knew I'd cum but were still going in and out. They kept going even when the wagon train stopped in the next station, and shortly after that I came for a indorsement clip. That prison term I did manage to stop any interference escaping from my mouth, but it was difficult.

The fingerbreadth stopped and just stayed inside me for a bit or so, then pulled out. I felt them being wiped on my rear as the hand withdrew.

The train pulled into another station and I suddenly realised that both men had gone. I was alone, but a few people were looking at me. I did a quick check and my dress was still covering my snatch, ass and pap - just. So they were either looking at my legs ( some of them hoping my attire would go just that bit eminent ) ; or they had been watching what was going on. I didn't care which.

I stood there on my own as the train went on to the next station. There some noisy young person got on and started fooling around where I was. A couple of them were looking at me. One moved close to me and lifted the front line of my dress."Nice bitch ”, he said as another of them took some interest in me. One of them said,"Let's have a facial expression at your tits then."When I didn't motility he said,"okeh then, I'll get them out for you."With that he put a deal inside the armholes of my frock and pulled it into the midriff of my dresser. Both my footling breasts were out. Another of them said,"Bloody hell, look at those nipples."( Well, they were rock gruelling from the breeze and the excitement ).

Next, another of them lifted the hem of my dress up above my waist and said,"Nice ass and pussycat as well."

I was getting a bit scared by then, and looked over to Jon. He was just standing up. He walked over and looking directly into the eyes of the tallest of the young person he said,"I think that's enough fun for this morning valet. The ma'am's getting a bit panic-stricken ; and none of us want any trouble, DO WE ?"

I think it was the surprise that someone had stood up to them that shut them up, they just stood there. The youthfulness who was holding my apparel up round my waist let go of it. It fell back into post.

No one at that end of the carriage said a give-and-take. All eyes were looking at us. It seemed like hours, but it must give only been a second before the train stopped at the future place. When the doors opened Jon grabbed my arm, and pulling me out saying,"I think it would be best if you came with me young lady."I felt the bunched up part of my clothes movement start to act back over my breasts. Just round a recess off the platform, Jon stopped and asked me if I was all right. I told him that I was a bit mark, but yes, I was all right.

We got the side by side train and Jon sat me down succeeding to him. A span of station later he told me that that was his station for his meeting. Giving me my purse out of his briefcase, he told me to stay sat down until the train got back to Embankment ; then to go back to the hotel. He told me that he'd be back sometime late afternoon.

The journeying back wasn't anywhere near as much fun. I opened my legs to a immature woman who sat opposite me and just stared at my slit when she realised she could see it.

Walking out of the Underground at Piccadilly Circus, the warm temperateness and the stir of people made me palpate unspoiled. I didn't want to go back to the hotel elbow room, and anyway, I was hungry.

Quite close to the hotel entrance is a Burger Rex ; I decided to take a burger. I got it then looked for a board. There were none exempt downstairs, so I went upstairs. When I got there I saw that there are 2 stratum of board. The floor of the speed floor at the battlefront of the restaurant is about at the peak of the tables at the let down level. On the edge of the upper berth level is a railing with not very wide steel legal profession. table are decently up to the railing on both speed and glower level. The end answer is that someone sat at a table on the gloomy grade has their caput at knee tier of person sat at a table on the upper stage.

It took me only seconds to realise that it was a halcyon opportunity for me to ostentate my kitty at multitude on the lower level.

There wasn't a table at the border of the upper story give up when I first got there, so I went to a free table near where I thought somebody would be finishing soon. A few transactions later the couple did finish and I moved in. I looked down and saw that there was a young couplet on the mesa below me. Unfortunately I was facing the woman, so I moved. I think that the man had seen me before I moved, and I saw him looking at me as I started to sit down. He was looking right at my legs so I sat down in a very un-lady like manor. My articulatio genus were wide of the mark apart as my bum hit the arse. Pretending to open my bag of chips, I glanced down and saw that he was having a good look. His head was about a foot from my knee and it was easy for him to attend over and see all the way up to my pussy.

I sat there slowly eating and not turning my capitulum his way. He must have had the impression that I didn't actualize what he was looking at. That was just what I wanted.

As I ate, I listened to their conversation. The man wasn't taking much notification of what the woman was saying, and he was saying stupid matter when he thought he should be saying something. The woman was starting to get annoyed with him. Finally, she realised where his concentration was and grabbed his arm and dragged him out. He looked back at me as he started to go down the stairs. I smiled at him.

It took me about an time of day to terminate that hamburger, bit and coke. I was surprised that I didn't get thrown out. In that prison term I flashed one teenage young woman, one middle-aged man and young female member of faculty who came to clean up the tabular array below me. When she realised what she was looking at she started to say something, but stopped herself, stared for a minute, and then went away. I was half expecting for the director to occur and have me out, but no one came.

Eventually I got bored and decided to go for a walk. I went up Regent Street and onto Oxford Street. I went into a few shop, but only had some fun in one of them. An Ann Summers shop. For those of you who have never heard of Ann Summers, she runs a strand of shops and home base parties. All selling point to make peoples sex living more interesting.

The ground floor share of the store wasn't very interesting, but downstairs they have set of dildos, leather girdle, whips and sexy clothes. After feeling the texture of some of the dildos, I saw a French Maid's rig. I thought it was quite cute. I lifted it off the bait and was having a look at how it was made when the male store helper told me that I could try it on if I liked. At first I said,"No, its'all right,"but as soon as I'd said it I changed my intellect and said,"Can I please, where's the changing room ?"

The changing room is a carrel at the back of the shop class. It has a big curtain for a door. interior, my dress was off in mo and I stood there naked. I was just working out how to get into the little dress when the mantle opened and the man said,"Need any help ?"I was a bit startled, and after a few seconds of looking at each other, I said,"No thank you,"and pulled the curtain closed.

Once I finally got the turnout on I looked at myself in the little mirror. It didn't fit me well. It was obviously made for a woman with big knocker. Mine were lost in there and the material just hung off my chest. The surround function was good ; I liked the layers of lace that made the black wench go out at quite an angle. I knew that Jon would like the wench ; it only just covered my bum and pussy.

I was just deciding to take it off when I heard the man's interpreter say,"There's a big mirror out here. You can get a better look at yourself."I was about to say ‘ no thank you'when I suddenly thought ‘ why not.'

In the main area of the shop there was the Male assistant, a couple of giggling. erstwhile teenage girls and a dyad in their early twenties. As I walked out the shop assistant pointed to the mirror that was at the other slope of the shop. I'd have to pass off all the mass to get there. The couple saw me starting time and watched me go by. Then the girl. They stopped giggling and stared as I stood in presence of the mirror and smoothed the cloth down. As I turned from side to side, to see myself from all angles, I could see the couple and girls in the mirror. They were still looking at me.

I decided to turn away over a bit to look at the skirt at the front. This meant that it rode up my backside giving them a good view of my ass. Next I turned to face them then looked back over my shoulder, into the mirror to see that back of the attire. That showed them my kitty and proved that I wasn't wearing a thong.

The workshop assistant came over and asked what I thought. Grabbing the front of the top parting, I pulled it out and down off my tits."It's not very good,"I said,"it's been made for someone who's got a lot Sir Thomas More up top that I have."“ Ah, yes, I can see that. How about a nursemaid outfit ?"

I declined the whirl and went and got changed. When I got out, I gave the assistant the maidservant's kit and left. As I walked up the stairs to the flat coat floor I was followed by the 2 fille. I heard one of them say,"Look, she wasn't wearing any drawers because she hasn't got any."Then they giggled again.

I wandered around a bit more and got whistled at by a couple of working person in a maw in the road. It was my fault for standing so close to the bound of the hole.

When I finally made it back to the hotel, Jon was already in the room. My fundament got 20 slaps for not being there when he got back.

Jon took me to the theatre and a meal that night. I didn't think that much of the play, but the food was estimable. Before we went out, Jon told me to channel my towel to the shower room. It was a wasted au naturel walkway as no one saw me.

The naked walkway that I took later that night wasn't wasted. The quantity of wine that I had with the repast made me a bit braver and when Jon told me to go and get him a coke from the machine near the face lift, I didn't even think of putting any clothes on when I got out of bed after Jon had fucked me. I just grabbed my pocketbook and went out into the corridor. As soon as I turned the beginning corner I saw this older couple walk towards me. The expression on their faces was great, a bit of shock and astonishment. The lady's lip finally closed when I got right up to them. I thought she was going to say something so I got my rundle in first."Doing it for a dare."I said."Oh, right then."The old man said.

I made it to the Coke machine without anyone else seeing me, but as I was putting the money in, the lift door opened. Out came 2 middle-aged men who just stopped and stared. They were still there as I walked back towards our room.

I decided to explore a bit and went a dissimilar way. The excitation of being naked in an almost public place where I could get caught at any moment was getting my pussy tingling again.

I came to a set of stairs and decided to go down a floor. That would increase the hazard.

The floor below was deserted when I stepped out of the stairwell. I was about half way to the raising when a completely group of teenagers came out of the door to the rhytidectomy. There must have been over a XII of them, all about 15 or 16 and both son and girls. ‘ Sod it'I thought, and kept walking. When they saw me they started talking and laughing. They were not speaking English. Some of them stopped and stared as I walked right through the midriff of them. I noticed that one of the girls had a traumatise formula on her typeface, and was holding a hired man over her mouth as she stared at me. I felt good.

At the lifts, I decided to go up the story in the elevation rather than use the stairs. The excitement of not knowing who might be in the lift when the doors opened was getting my pussy excited.

It seemed to take ages for the face lifting to come, and when the door opened there was a couple about my age in there. He stared and kept staring with a white side, but her surprise turned to a big grinning."daring or a bet ?"she said."Dare."I said as I walked in. I stood facing them as the elevation went up the floor. As I walked out she said,"Bye, hope it was worth it."“ Oh it was !"I said as I walked back to our room.

Next morning Jon wanted to catch an former geartrain so it was a quick dash to the toilet and shower. I did it with my towel over my arm, and the lone person I saw was a girl member of faculty delivering some breakfasts. She just stared at me.

Going out of the Underground at St. Pancras, Jon told me to get on the moving stairway before him. He then held up the queue for a arcminute before stepping out of the way. When I turned round to see where Jon was, there was a gap of about 8 empty stairs, then a man staring straight up my dress. When I was facing upwards he must have see my ass, and when I turned to look for Jon he must have seen my pussy. I saw him lick his lips. At the top he said,"Hi, on your own ?"By that time Jon was there, he grabbed my arm and we went for the train.

Well, that's how our little trip to London went. I have other escapade that Jon's told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to bring out all of them on my web pages as and when he's read them and is happy with them.

beloved

Vanessa